I was then to give the kids a spoon and some saltines and let them taste the butter they made.
“Brandon! My name is not teacher! My name is Mrs. W. And STOP WHINING!”
While still trying to shake leaky jars, get the kids to color their cookbook page for the letter B, serve them crackers and butter and field all of these questions… Time’s Up! Switch to your next station everybody!
I had about 30 seconds to clean up the table space, pick up the kids’ papers, get the next groups’ papers ready, and dump the remaining butter from the jars and clean them for the next round. Have you ever tried to wash butter off of something with cold water? It doesn’t work very well.
At the end of my 2 hours, I was frazzled. As the kids got ready to file out to recess, the teacher cheerfully said, “Let’s all thank our volunteer moms for helping us today!”
They all shouted their thanks. One kid came out of the line and ran across the room to give me a great big hug.
It was not Grant.
It was Brandon, the kid I came down on for his incessant whining.